Post by Yoshi Nagata on Nov 29, 2007 23:13:06 GMT -5
"Hey Jimmy! Get in here! Got a delivery!"
[/b]"Jimmy" sighed as he pushed himself off the wall of the pizza eatery he was standing in front of. He was talking to a couple of people. Friends. He was a twenty-one year old Japanese man living in Long Island, New York. Busy ass city, but business was good for the eatery he worked at, meaning more work time for him and more money for him to spend on things he wanted. The two friends that were there speaking with him patted him on the shoulder as he walked by and the went on their way. He went inside the eatery, hands tucked behind his head as he walked at his own pace. What was this young man's hobbies and activities? Break dancing, Anime, Card games, tagging walls, wrestling, and occasionally skateboarding.
"C'mon Mr. Crescenzo! Why ya gotta call me Jimmy? My names Hideyoshi and you know that."
"I call you Jimmy 'cause your name too long and too stupid to remember. In here, you are Jimmy and nothing else. Got it?"[/b]
"...Dude... That's cold."
"Cold? What's cold?! I don't know what you are saying! Here, take this pizza and deliver it to the customer. You've got forty minutes to get there with it or they don't pay! They don't pay? And I am not a very happy man. Got it Jimmy?"[/b]
"Yeah... Yeah I got it Mr. Crescenzo. So, just this pizza on the counter here?"
Yoshi stretched his arms over his head as he walked over to the counter, yawning out loud as he did. He dropped his hands down to fall on the pizza box and picked it up. His eyes widened a bit at the address on written on a piece of paper stuck to the box.
"There?! In forty minutes?! With that traffic out there?! C'mon Mr. Crescenzo, cut me a break here!"
"I not cut you anything! You can do it Jimmy. Now do it!"[/b]
"Okay. I'll try."
"No! Don't try! Do!"[/b]
With a sigh he turned around, nodding to his boss and heading out of the store, pushing the door open with his back. Walking around to the side of the eatery, where his little moped was parked, he put the pizza in the secure holder and swung his right leg over, getting seated on the moped, he scooped up the helmet on the left handle and fastened onto his head. Did he like his job? Well, he liked everything about it but his boss, but isn't that how it always goes? Yep. Oh, well, he'd do his best. He kicked his moped into the gear and the motor started up and he pulled out of the alley onto the busy streets of Long Island.
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||39 Minutes Later||
He was able to deliver the pizza. With like thirty seconds to spare. The woman handed him the money for the pizza, excluding a tip since he was almost late. Not that he was going to let that bother him. He sighed as he stuffed the money in the little pouch he was wearing. The pouch kept change to give back to the customers in case they didn't have just the right amount of money and also to stash money from customers. He walked down the steps of the house and out to the moped, he got on it and just sat there for a bit, arms resting on the handles and his head resting on his arms.
What a ride over it was. He had to swerve once to avoid a basketball bouncing into the middle of the street and swerve again to avoid hitting curb and flying through a store window. Had to swerve twice to avoid slamming into opening car doors. One from a Mercedes and one from a Taxi Cab. His cell phone began to ring. He sat upright kind of quickly, almost losing his balance on the moped. He reached into the left pocket of his jacket and pulled his cell phone out. It was his boss. He flipped it opened and answered.
"Yeah?"
"Don't yeah me Jimmy! Did you deliver the pizza?"[/b]
"Sure did. Delivered with thirty seconds to spare Mr. Digiorno."
"Mr. Who? Who Mr. Digiorno? I'm Mr. Crescenzo!"[/b]
"Oh... Oh shit! Sorry boss! I'll be back at the shop soon with your money. Bye."
"Don't you hang up on me Jimmy! Ji--"[/b]
Click. He hung up on him. He'd surely catch hell for that. Ah, well... He didn't feel like hearing his boss yell at him over his phone. Eating up his minutes and running up his bill. No, no, no. To hell with that man. He cranked his moped up and turned out onto the street. Heading back to the pizza eatery. About ten minutes later, caught up in a traffic jam, he looked to his left. A store with TV's in the display window. Something there caught his eye. Chicago, Illinois. This upcoming weekend. A card game tournament. Pokemon to be exact... Damn the Otaku in him. He heard people yelling all around him, to one another and possibly him, to get a move on. He grinned widely and nodded his head as he cut through the traffic on his tiny moped. Screw you bulky vehicles.[/color]
"Gotta get home and call Mario up. He'll go with me for sure. Chicago here I come baby! Ahhhhh-haaaaaaa!"
Off in the distance as he was driving down the street he heard someone yell for him to shut up. Of course, they used more than those two words. Oh well. He was too excited. He was going to go home, collect up his cards, call Mario and talk him into paying for the trip and going with him to Chicago. He did catch hell from his boss, but then was called a good worker and handed his paycheck. What the hell? Oh well, least he had some money for the trip. After going to the bank and cashing the check, he headed on home to get ready.[/color][/font][/center]
||To Be Continued||